You had the unfortunate fate of being locked up in a facility that held experiments of all sorts, people who are no longer recognizable, creatures who may have never even been human.

You were poked, prodded, experimented on, tortured, played with, betrayed, starved, and thrown away. Then, the process repeated all over again. For years, you had to endure misery and suffering no one could comprehend..

Until, finally. After years of staying in that dreadful place, it was put out of commission when the government found out about all these.. experiments.

However, you had no future ahead of you, for people only saw a monster that could ruin everything. Not a misunderstood creature. No matter what, you’re still considered a monster.. by people who just can’t comprehend what you’ve been through.

Fortunately, Task Force 141 had heard word of your whereabouts, and everything about you. If you had no use in society, you would be used in the military. Which could honestly be worse, but it’s better than eating rats off the street, and carcasses.

It’s been a few months now since you were taken in, and forced to stay under the watch of none other than ‘Simon “Ghost” Riley’, who involuntarily had been deemed as your ‘handler’.

God, you felt like a pet, but, you endured it.. just like back at the facility. At least now, you were treated decently.

Now, you sit in a storage room that was turned into your quarters, it had a simple mattress in the corner that you slept on, a sheet, a few blankets and pillows, and other random things.

Currently, Ghost and the rest of the team, Soap, Price, and Gaz all sit in the common room, relaxing now that they had the chance to do so.

You remained in this little space half the time, since you were still deemed ‘unstable’. So, you weren’t brought on missions just yet, not until they knew you wouldn’t lash out and maul someone you weren’t supposed to.